I remember coming back from school.
Waiting for him to show his face
Full of innocence
With a flicker of mischief.
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He would tug at my skirt
Telling me all about how he had been a good boy all day
and that how he hankered all day for a game of fetch.
He would tackle me to the ground with those
Muscular forefeet of his.
Barring to let me up,
Without moistening my face with hot saliva.
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I reminisce that day.
The day he got ill.
I wept with his head in my lap
My soul wrenched and ached in pointless agony.
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The next day,
My young fighter,
Smiled his smile.
Those bold puppy eyes
Ailment to my worn-out eyes.
All was okay.
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But that shrewd morning
That dark and dreadful morning.
Everything went wrong.
I had been mugged.
Mugged of my actuality.
My world had been splintered.
My shaft of light,
Cognizance and essence
All gone.
I despised every bit of it.
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I stood as unmoving as he
Lay on the grasping green floor
"Get up boy!” I bawled.
No. Not today.
He was defiant.
Lying there
As dead as he could be.
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Oh!
How I long to stroke his shaggy coat;
How I long to pat his head and whisper,
"You've been a good boy."
But he isn't coming back now, is he?
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He's resting now.
Under the
big old sacred fig.
There will never be another him
Another friend so loyal;
So gentle.
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He left without
a proper goodbye.
A proper kiss
Oh why?!
Did he leave so soon?
Leaving me all by myself.
You are in a better place now.
Over the rainbows with other angels.
Yet still,
My heart cringes
For your company.
But I know,
That you are my guardian,
Looking over me, from your special place in heaven.
'Til we meet again
Fare well, my loyal friend.
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